Dusk of life adores peace,
For course of youth fed the sword

Me! It’s me to sing about.
The blood that shed along the streets

Some people to rule,
Some people to fight
Some people to fly in crowd;

Grasping the rule of injustice,
They suck the red of innocence

I hate to be here,
In the home of smoke;
Where air around weep a lot.

Feel the warmth of tears that shed
For we owe a lot to them

Ifthikar Ali Aziz
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